Cecieroux Ormesang

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Wayward Treasure Hunter
Gender	Male
Race	Hyur
Clan	Midlander
Citizenship	Ul'dah
Age	26
Height	180 Cm
Weight	210lbs
Profession	Treasure Hunter and Garden hand
Patron Deity	Nald'Thal
Server	Balmung

"When a harsh desert wind blows you can either hide from it like a coward or grab a length of cloth and ride it with all your might. While one has a predictable outcome of being safe, the other has a much more fun aspect of chance; and having the possibility of reaching greater heights then you ever have before." This is the philosophy of a queer individual that seeks to gamble even when unnecessary. As the saying shows he likes to take risks where it is unneeded and unwise. Most barely know him, and those that do like to laugh at him more then talk to him. Even with that being said he never stops trying to find his big score in unconventional places.

Appearance

He often dawns red and white garbs, preferably dark in coloring. He can be found wearing a mask at times but mostly walks with his face free of garish distractions. His clothing is often light, and offers a lot of breathing room for the desert winds to cool him as he parades around on his adventures. Underneath the clothes his skin is relatively scar free besides a few here and their that are forgettable at best. For someone who takes risks like he does it seems to leave nary a mark. A tattoo adorns his back of a Amal'jaa flayed out in the sun. A mark from his short stint in the Immortal Flames. Beyond that, his appearance changes as often as the wind blows across the desert.

History

Cecieroux was born to small family in Gridinia that preferred always to live just outside, in the shroud. His father, a man from believed Ishguardian decent, was found washed up in the rivers in North Shroud. He had been burned from head to toe and barely resembled an Elezen. He lost both legs from the wounds and most of his memories. His mother, more out of sadness slowly came to love the broken man. She was a simple herbalist in Gridinia at the time. Rumors went about that his father must have been a Dragoon or killed a dragoon for the fact that he carried a lance with him in the water. He clutched it so tightly that they nearly had to break his fingers to rest it free. He always had a lance somewhere in the house till the day he passed, he cared more for it like a plush bear then a weapon. His mother was of Midlander from decent, Cecieroux mostly took after her. She quiet, reserved, and always so focused on the task at hand that she barely had time to think. She was the main bread winner in the family, mainly due to his father's disfigurement.

After a short time the small family saved enough to buy a small farm, and a pen to raise chocobos. Neither really panned out for them. His father too disfigured to really care for the birds or the vegetables. His mother was always working in town and often neglected the whole thing all together. With the costs of the homestead and feeding everyone often exceeding their income young Cecieroux began to steal from the local vendors out of necessity. Most of the vendors would have gladly gave the boy food, knowing the situation, but let him take it for prides sake. When he was old enough he ran away from home, stealing away on a cart to Ul'dah believing his time stealing was enough to make it by in the city. It would prove him wrong at a high cost.

While in Ul'dah he would not only lose his dignity, but his father as well. Him not being at home meant his father could barely get enough to get by on food, let alone medical treatments even with his mother providing free care. His father died near his 16th birthday, leaving him the lance he dawns now. His time Ul'dah taught him more then the consequences of his neglect. It taught him, to survive in Ul'dah as a thief he would need to be more dexterous and versatile then before. Where as merchants let him take their goods in the small village, in Ul'dah they called for the guards. He spent more then one night in prison, and started to gain contacts that he would never have wanted to have. Having some blood in him of a strong and nimble fighter, he was able to cut it as a thug and smuggled into the city for a little while. After only a few years, he decided to leave that life and join the immortal flames to clean up his act after his father died. This is where he learned to use his spear as well as blades. Here is where he gained some of his most valuable lessens in fighting and survival in the deep desert. Where only the Amal'jaa tread.

Since then, he has become a free lancer. He plies his trade in everything from Chocobo raising to fighting for money. He rides a chocobo of his own breeding, named Oberon. That bird and him go everywhere together while he seeks out now relics of the past. Trying to find anything forbidden or dark to sink his teeth into. His life has taught him to question everything he knows, that's lead to a deeper craving to even question the gods themselves. Even Hydaelen if she ever did show her face to him. He is not out for evil purposes, but to understand both sides and make a decision for himself. This has lead him dark, and holy places. It has lead him to the abyss and back; or so he believes. Now at the ripe old age of 26 he believes he knows the world like the back of his hand and the world can't wait to show him he's wrong.

Personality

Cecieroux tends to ask questions first, and ask questions later. He wants to gamble, and hedge the bet however he can to see how far he can push his luck. This is the type of man that will go into hell just to meet the devil. No one questions his resolve unless it's whether or not to go home. While the chaos of his life has left a cynical, questioning man behind. His naivete still exists. He questions the world so much that he even questions himself. His skills and intelligence do not provide the self worth he always longs for.

His upbringing was one with loving parents that couldn't provide leaving him with an ability to trust in people's feelings towards him, but a lack of security in what they say. in relationships most sexual and non, he tends to act like they are not there when they are not around. He puts not faith in the others around him, so much so that he doesn't even believe in the gods really. While most of him moves forward into the future. That stick in his gears keeps a part of him stuck, forever repeating itself.

Affiliations and Known Associates

No known constant affiliations. Past Affiliations are sketchy at best. May include: Immortal Flames, Lancer's Guild, and Arcanist Guild.

Characteristics

• Nicknames: Cerioux, Man who craddles his lance, and Pole-Dancer
• Age: 26
• Gender: Male
  • Sexuality: Straight
  • Marital Status: Single
• Alignment: Neutral-Lawful Evil
• Height: 180 cm
• Weight: 210 lbs
• Body: Fit
• Hair: Black, with blonde streaks (for now)
• Eyes: Light Violet
• Skin: Pale
• Clothing: Light, breezy clothing.

Likes

• Occult
• Big Scores
• Gambling
• "Pole-Dancing" aka fighting with a lance
• Skimpy Clothing on Women

Dislikes

• Tradition
• Nobility
• Playing it Safe
• Not Getting Paid for Time Spent
• Skimpy Clothing on Men

Areas of Expertise

• Martial: Lance, Twin Blades, Axe, Fists
• Crafting: Fishing?
• Other: Magic

Strengths

• Occult Knowlegde
• Dexterity
• Luck
• Courage
• Fortitude

Weaknesses

• Common Sense
• Wrecklessness
• Always Broke (gil wise)
• Paranoia
• Trustworthiness

Other Notes

Religion

Agnostic to Aethiestic towards the Twelve (Don't normally use real world terms but I feel they fit in this situation). Skeptical that other powers do or don't exist.

Quirks

He wants to gamble on everything and anything so long as it doesn't involve money on a game of chance. All his questioning is often played off as playful at best unless you really get his attention or piss him off (read really get his attention). His mind can be bipolar at times, with how he feels towards people bouncing erratically about sometimes due to internal conflicts. This can manifest itself into extreme violence if someone that he finally trusts betrays that (as shown with surrogate father in Ul'dah).

Equipment

He is often found carrying his Father's Lance on his back, a tattered hooded robe that covers his entire body, and a satchel around the end of his lance tied near the tip carrying what would be assumed to be all his belongings he isn't willing to part with.

Rumours

The following rumours can be heard about Cecieroux, predominantly in Ul'dah. Most are believed to be false, but that would not lead you to discredit them completely. There is always a hint of truth to a lie, otherwise it is completely unbelievable.

Common rumours

• "Did you hear? Cerioux left his family to rot in Gridinia. They say his father Starved to death..."
• "Did you hear about that strange man that craddles a lance in town? If someone touches that Lance he carries. He is liable to attack them."
• "Cecieroux can never really give you a straight answer. It's like he is always trying to hide something."

Uncommon rumours

• " Wow, that Cerioux guy can really treat a woman right (sarcasm heavily implied)."
• " Cecieroux is always spending his money. Yet barely ever has anything to show for it. I wonder why?"
• " I won't ever hire Cecieroux ever again. That bastard ran off with the treasure I sent him out to retrieve. How does he ever get work in this town."

Rare rumours

• "I wonder why Cecieroux makes monthly trips to Gridinia? They say he leaves here rich but always comes back poor."
• "I heard that man that cradles his lance uses his pole to dance with demons."

Known Haunts

You might have run into or otherwise know Cecerioux from:

• The Quicksand
• The Thaumaturge Guild
• The Golden Saucer
• The Markets

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